I think it's raining

I know I'm posting alot in one day, but I demanded that my scribe play catch up, regardless of other chores today or carpal tunnel syndrome. This morning I heard quite the commotion as the monsters started roaring for their morning walk. Why Marcymommy doesn't just turn them loose and lock the door, I don't know. My life would be so much easier, which is really the point, right? Anyway, I took another short snooze before she came back to let me out for my morning duties. She cuddled me and brought me into the bathrooms with her so I would be safe from the monsters while she got ready for the day. I hung out with the big yellow monster because she and I have an understanding--I don't bother her, she doesn't bother me. Either that or she didn't know I was there because she was asleep. At any rate, I was innocently surveying this section of my castle when Marcymommy grabbed me and a bottle of something I hadn't notice before. All of a sudden I thought there was a hole in the roof of the castle because I was getting DRIPPED on!!! But I look up and lo and behold, Marcymommy is directing the source of this rain right on my head. Ok, so I know royalty must maintain a certain standard of hygiene, but I really wasn't prepared for a bath this morning. I bugged my eyes out at her to show her I meant business, but she just smiled at me, poured some shampoo on me, and gave me a wet, soapy mohawk. Very funny. Now, I'm not saying I enjoyed the process, but after the leave-in conditioner and a gentle combing, I felt downright estatic--you know, as if I'd been dropped in a vat of my favorite treats! I'm a great candidate for fluffy hair. I'm sure that the model agency will be booking me soon. Life is good.